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It will be so nice, dear friend,
When me walking along the edge of the world
You push back into the foothills and plains
Where the garden blooms and rainbows playfully throws a waterfall.

Where pilgrims come to the rivers from the mountains
And life has meanings, tone and mood,
Sounds from every core.
And every song is happy with this song.

I walk along the edge of darkness and clay
Where every step threatens to start the finale.
So it will be nice, my dear friend,
So that behind your voice now sounded.

To get away from the extremes of the plots,
In the radiance of eternal, young beginnings.
To epigraphs, titles and names of poets.
So that instead of ice, March would come again.